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Barkley Sound lies south of Ucluelet and north of Bamfield on the west coast of Vancouver Island, covering an area of approximately 800 square kilometres that includes hundreds of islands, none of which is larger than 2 kilometres across.
Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," said I, "You do not know:
Silence, like a cancer, grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And the words that it was forming
And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whispered in the sound of silence
This is a handmade whistle, it also has a movable mouth. It is handcrafted. Someone gave it to me years ago but I do not recall who, I would guess it was my son or my sister. I asked both of them and they said: Son: If I gave it to you, it is from Australia. My sister said: If I gave it to you, it is from the Alps.
Whistle While You Work - Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
Lyrics
Just whistle while you work
And cheerfully together we can tidy up the place
So hum a merry tune
It won't take long when there's a song to help you set the pace
And as you sweep the room
Imagine that the broom is someone that you love
And soon you'll find that you're dancing to the tune
When hearts are high the time will fly so whistle while you work
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I've never had so many predefined tag on one of my previous work, I leave them all because I like the vision "crazy" to see a palm tree, a tree, an organic motive in this : )
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Doubtful Sound, New Zealand, by moonlight. The ship had shut down its diesel engines for the night and the wind had ceased. The only sounds were of dolphins slapping the water and calling to each other with that high pitched haunting resonance they make. It was magical.
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These tiny bells are handed out by participants of the Aomori Nebuta festival to members of the assistance. During the festival, a parade of glowing floats march down the streets of Aomori, Japan. I was fortunate enough to attend the festival as a tourist in the summer of 2019, and got to take with me these tiny mementos of this awe-inspiring event.
My entry for #Sound, the theme for Macro Monday, August 31 2020.
View across the dry landscape of the outer Pelorus Sound at the end of an El Niño summer, Marlborough Sounds, New Zealand.
On the crystal clear evening of 14th May 2022, 20189 was sounding lovely at full chat through Gatley working 5Z43 17.34 Manchester Piccadilly - Tyseley after operating a private Vintage Trains charter to York and back, 47773 was trailing.
A song sparrow (Melospiza melodia) welcoming spring with a melody in the marshy area at Coyote Hills
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs
That voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence, like a cancer, grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
And the words that it was forming
And the sign said,
"The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whispered in the sound of silence
This photo of Howe Sound was taken form Britannia Beach, about 50 km. north of Vancouver on the Sea to Sky Highway.
Spent Sunday fishing from the spot this shot was taken. Spent virtually the whole day staring at this scene.
Peace for the Ukraine.
I like the quiet, I cannot imagen the constant sounds of war all around you, especially if your a child.
inspired by an historical account of the sound of war
They go with a hundred different sounds through the air, according to the shape, size, and velocity of the projectile. Two strike the bank. It is like two quick blows of a whip-lash. That went overhead, sharp as the cut of a cimeter; another goes with a long moan, then drops into the earth with a ‘thud.’ It comes from some more distant point, and is nearly spent. A shot comes from some great gun in the rear—an earthquake report; then the groaning, shuddering rush of the shell, as if the air were sick and tired of them, and it was too much to be borne that they should be so constantly sent.”
—James Kendall Hosmer, 52nd Massachusetts Infantry, during the siege of Port Hudson, Louisiana, June 25, 1863
I Will Not Wait At Sunset (author unknown)
I will not wait for you at sunset.
That romantic, auburn colored, artifact
will not hold me in place
nor call out your name
or leave any notes behind.
I will hoist my emotions upon my back
and step faithfully down the road.
The ripping, tearing sound.... will be me
breaking free of your essence,
and the way it enveloped my amorous existence.
At some point, after crossing the horizon.
I will have time to think of you.
Perhaps even shed a tear.
I will shiver in thought
of the charred remains of bridges
never to be crossed again.
This road will carry no reminders of you.
No signs to tell where I am going
or how to get there.
Each step enhancing senses and sensations
dulled by love in its finale.
And I....
will refuse to remember what you meant to me.
No....
I will not wait for you at sunset.